My mother is a staunch atheist.
But before his death, he donated all his money to a small temple in the mountains and hung himself from the beam of the temple.
All that was left to me were three dusty stoneware Buddha statues.
I set it aside in the corner.
But when I accidentally knocked over the milk brought by my disabled roommate, one of the Buddha statues quietly broke into pieces.
Among the fragments, a note was revealed.
After reading,
My skin stands on end.
